Chapter 31 Meng Beizhi just pretends to be good!

Meng Beizhi's face couldn't stop glooming.

Her popularity surpasses Meng Nanyou——

The palms gradually close together.

She just stood up and left.

Back in the lounge, Meng Beizhi took out his cell phone.

Sure enough, they were all missed calls from the Meng family.

She opened Weibo and quickly browsed the trending searches.

Meng Nanyou was scolded badly.

But in contrast, there are many people who praise her.

Even her information was dug out and put openly on the Internet.

The phone suddenly vibrated——

It was Meng Wencheng calling again.

Meng Beizhi took a deep breath.

Lock the screen directly.

Then I changed my clothes and took a taxi to the law firm in Nanting.

Nan Ting took her to the reception room.

She lowered her voice and said, "I only have five minutes to give you. The boss will be here soon. Hurry up—"

Meng Beizhi: "I know, thank you."

Nan Ting said nothing and opened the door for her.

Mr. He’s real name is He Shuncheng.

He is nearly fifty years old and has a wealthy figure.

When Meng Beizhi entered, he was drinking tea with his head down.

"Mr. He——"

Her voice was very soft.

When He Shuncheng saw her, he was obviously stunned.

"——Beizhi?"

Meng Beizhi walked up to him and bent down to refill his half-empty teacup with tea.

"I haven't seen you for many years. I didn't expect you still remember me."

Mr. He smiled and said, "How could I not remember? Back then, you loved pestering your mother the most and even smeared mud on my clothes."

"But my mother—"

Meng Beizhi's voice became hoarse.

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Mr. He.

"Okay Beizhi, I feel sorry about your mother's situation, but it has been so many years after all."

"I know what you want to do, but I have a partnership with the Meng family."

“I’m just a businessman.”

He refused flatly, leaving no room for negotiation.

In the quiet lounge.

I could vaguely see Nan Ting looking out the door.

Meng Beizhi smiled.

"But if you really don't want to, why would you give me the chance to come and see you?"

"Shengtian has always had its own cooperative law firms."

"If you didn't want to see me, why did you come to Nanfeng Law Firm and let Nan Ting know—and it happened to be the day after we met in the sanatorium?"

She speaks directly.

The back is also straight.

Mr. He didn't say anything, but just looked at her silently.

Meng Beizhi's expression remained unchanged as he looked back at him calmly.

A moment.

There was a knock on the lounge door.

Nan Ting was reminding them that someone was coming.

Meng Beizhi's eyelids twitched imperceptibly.

-

Wait until you come out from inside.

Nan Ting asked cautiously, "What did he say?"

"We've agreed to meet at Mingzhu Tower tonight." Meng Beizhi replied.

Mingzhulou is a very famous Chinese restaurant.

Nan Ting breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Mr. He agrees to have a chat, it will be a good thing.

"Nanting, thank you so much."

Meng Beizhi said softly.

"Why are you so polite to me--" Nan Ting hugged Meng Beizhi.

"I just want to make you happy. You are my best friend."

-

He Shuncheng is Ruan Qing's good friend.

When Meng Beizhi was young, He Shuncheng would often come to see Ruan Qing.

Ruan Qing also told Meng Beizhi that He Shuncheng was a good person.

She trusted her mother's judgment.

and--

No matter what, she would always give it a try.

After all, the Meng family is no longer the Meng family it used to be.

-

It was already evening when Fu Wangye's plane landed in Shuangqiao.

Shuangqiao and Jingbei Airport are located in the south and north respectively.

There's no way.

He could only go back directly from here.

I lowered my head to send a message to Meng Beizhi, and Zhao Heng came over.

He jokingly said, "What's going on? Are you trying to fool me?"

He winked and said, "Brother Ye, I told you there was nothing wrong with you. How long has it been since you've made it to the top?"

On the plane, Fu Wangye said he was waiting for Meng Beizhi to come home.

Instead of waiting for Meng Beizhi to send her back.

There is a big difference between these words.

Fu Wangye glanced at him and said, "Nonsense."

What does it mean to enter the house?

It was originally his own home!

There was a traffic jam on the road.

It was already late when I got home.

But the house was pitch black.

Cold and chilly.

Fu Wangye thought Meng Beizhi had not returned yet.

I was just about to give her a call.

A shift of sight.

Suddenly I noticed that Meng Beizhi's water cup was missing from the coffee table in the living room.

Meng Beizhi himself has obsessive-compulsive disorder.

She only likes to use her own things.

Fu Wangye accompanied her to get the cup two days ago.

As if he noticed something.

Fu Wangye frowned.

He turned and strode towards Meng Beizhi's guest bedroom.

In fact, Meng Beizhi had only lived here for a few days, so he didn't have much stuff.

But at that moment, Fu Wangye could sense that something was wrong.

The wardrobe door opened, and it was empty.

Everything that belonged to Meng Beizhi was gone——

Fu Wangye's expression was even darker than the night outside.

He couldn't help but breathe heavily.

Just then the phone rang.

Meng Beizhi: [Here's the medical report. I did it while I was at the sanatorium that day. There's nothing wrong with it.]

Followed by a photo of the checklist.

What’s even more infuriating is what happened next.

The message he sent turned into a red exclamation mark!

Meng Beizhi blocked him——

It looks like the Huaqing boundary!

Fu Wangye laughed out of anger.

Staring at the little Pikachu doll on the bedside table——

He picked it up and threw it directly on the bed!

Meng Beizhi likes this Pikachu very much.

But when Fu Wangye looked at this adorable yellow mouse, he became even angrier!

Just like Meng Beizhi, he only knows how to pretend to be good!

-

Meng Beizhi calculated the time and sent a message to Fu Wangye.

She always remembered Fu Wangye asking for her physical examination report.

Now that the results are out, everything is naturally over.